Read Online Magic and Mayhem: How To Train A Witch (Kindle Worlds Novella) (Baba Yaga Saga Book 1) by Donna McDonald - Free Book Online
Authors: Donna McDonald
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Carol’s arms hung over her knees and wrapped around her legs. She glared at the kittens until the fattest one danced over to her on his two back legs. He punched at her hands with his paws until she gave in and laughed.
“I don’t see why I couldn’t have kittens,” she grumbled.
Hildy’s eyes were huge as they swung her way. “Are you kidding? You got a shape-shifter. I love shifters. It must be very cool to be able to turn from human to animal and back when you want to.”
“I looked Emeritus up in the Directory of Magicals,” Carol grumbled. “My familiar is not a shape-shifter, Hildy… not really. He’s a Phoenix and he’s old. What kind of fun is he going to be? I don’t even know if he can help me if anything happens. I guess his dog form was a little bit scary. Or maybe I was just nervous.”
Hildy was thoughtful and then shrugged. “Don’t you trust the Jezibaba to pick a good familiar for you?”
Carol snorted. “Trust her? No, she’s mean.”
“No she’s not,” Hildy argued. “She’s just intense—like you.”
Carol kind of liked the sound of that so she didn’t debate the description. She also didn’t mind Hildy comparing her to the Jezibaba, but that was something she was never saying aloud. She did think the witch was mean, but she also longed to be the kind of magical nobody could push around. Her feelings confused her—another thing she was never admitting—not even to Hildy.
The kittens suddenly froze in their play and then disappeared. When Carol raised her head from her knees, she saw Jezibaba walking briskly towards them. Rolling her eyes, she stood up. The woman was tall and it made her neck hurt to tilt it up high enough to meet her gaze.
“Hello girls,” Jezibaba said. “We’re going on a field trip.”
“Really? Where are we going?” Hildy asked.
“To the land of the Amazons,” Jezibaba declared. “Professor Hot—uh, Smoke —has given us permission to do something different today.”
“Does Professor Smoke know you call him Professor Hottie?” Hildy asked.
Jezibaba smirked as she looked down at her charges. “I slipped up once. Fortunately he laughed. I know you’re too young to appreciate males yet, but trust me, Professor Smoke is definitely a hottie.”
Carol snorted. “Of course he’s hot. He’s a dragon.”
Jezibaba narrowed her gaze. “Keep up that sass and you’ll find yourself in a charm school run by elves. You’ll be wearing fairy dresses and tiaras and dancing all day like a ballerina instead of learning to shoot arrows like I’m hoping you will get to do with the Amazons.”
Carol huffed out a resigned breath. “Can I just tattoo the words I’m sorry on my hand so we can high five when I make you mad? I hate apologizing, especially when I’m wrong.”
“Done,” Jezibaba declared, waving a hand over one of Carol’s. She smiled when the girl called out and stared at her smarting palm.
“You burned me on purpose,” Carol screamed, glaring at her tormentor.
Jezibaba snorted. “Don’t be ridiculous, child. I didn’t burn you. It’s a magical tattoo. When you’ve gone a whole month without saying anything mean to anyone, the tattoo will disappear.”
Hildy giggled. “You’re going to have that tattoo forever, Carol.”
“Shut up, Hildy,” Carol ordered. She stared at her palm. The pain had receded and left behind only the words.
“High five, Carol,” Jezibaba demanded, holding out a flat palm. She snickered when the girl angrily smacked her palm in reply.
“Now each of you take a hand and don’t let go until we’re safely on the island. Have you practiced magical transport yet?” Jezibaba frowned when they shook their heads. “No? Really? I find that hard to believe.”
“We’re not old enough,” Hildy explained. “They won’t even let us use brooms until we’re twelve and I’ve known how to do that all along. My parents taught me to fly when I was like five. We lived in a neighborhood that
Carol’s arms hung over her knees and wrapped around her legs. She glared at the kittens until the fattest one danced over to her on his two back legs. He punched at her hands with his paws until she gave in and laughed.
“I don’t see why I couldn’t have kittens,” she grumbled.
Hildy’s eyes were huge as they swung her way. “Are you kidding? You got a shape-shifter. I love shifters. It must be very cool to be able to turn from human to animal and back when you want to.”
“I looked Emeritus up in the Directory of Magicals,” Carol grumbled. “My familiar is not a shape-shifter, Hildy… not really. He’s a Phoenix and he’s old. What kind of fun is he going to be? I don’t even know if he can help me if anything happens. I guess his dog form was a little bit scary. Or maybe I was just nervous.”
Hildy was thoughtful and then shrugged. “Don’t you trust the Jezibaba to pick a good familiar for you?”
Carol snorted. “Trust her? No, she’s mean.”
“No she’s not,” Hildy argued. “She’s just intense—like you.”
Carol kind of liked the sound of that so she didn’t debate the description. She also didn’t mind Hildy comparing her to the Jezibaba, but that was something she was never saying aloud. She did think the witch was mean, but she also longed to be the kind of magical nobody could push around. Her feelings confused her—another thing she was never admitting—not even to Hildy.
The kittens suddenly froze in their play and then disappeared. When Carol raised her head from her knees, she saw Jezibaba walking briskly towards them. Rolling her eyes, she stood up. The woman was tall and it made her neck hurt to tilt it up high enough to meet her gaze.
“Hello girls,” Jezibaba said. “We’re going on a field trip.”
“Really? Where are we going?” Hildy asked.
“To the land of the Amazons,” Jezibaba declared. “Professor Hot—uh, Smoke —has given us permission to do something different today.”
“Does Professor Smoke know you call him Professor Hottie?” Hildy asked.
Jezibaba smirked as she looked down at her charges. “I slipped up once. Fortunately he laughed. I know you’re too young to appreciate males yet, but trust me, Professor Smoke is definitely a hottie.”
Carol snorted. “Of course he’s hot. He’s a dragon.”
Jezibaba narrowed her gaze. “Keep up that sass and you’ll find yourself in a charm school run by elves. You’ll be wearing fairy dresses and tiaras and dancing all day like a ballerina instead of learning to shoot arrows like I’m hoping you will get to do with the Amazons.”
Carol huffed out a resigned breath. “Can I just tattoo the words I’m sorry on my hand so we can high five when I make you mad? I hate apologizing, especially when I’m wrong.”
“Done,” Jezibaba declared, waving a hand over one of Carol’s. She smiled when the girl called out and stared at her smarting palm.
“You burned me on purpose,” Carol screamed, glaring at her tormentor.
Jezibaba snorted. “Don’t be ridiculous, child. I didn’t burn you. It’s a magical tattoo. When you’ve gone a whole month without saying anything mean to anyone, the tattoo will disappear.”
Hildy giggled. “You’re going to have that tattoo forever, Carol.”
“Shut up, Hildy,” Carol ordered. She stared at her palm. The pain had receded and left behind only the words.
“High five, Carol,” Jezibaba demanded, holding out a flat palm. She snickered when the girl angrily smacked her palm in reply.
“Now each of you take a hand and don’t let go until we’re safely on the island. Have you practiced magical transport yet?” Jezibaba frowned when they shook their heads. “No? Really? I find that hard to believe.”
“We’re not old enough,” Hildy explained. “They won’t even let us use brooms until we’re twelve and I’ve known how to do that all along. My parents taught me to fly when I was like five. We lived in a neighborhood that
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